My life
from this
stirring a
gentleness
which movements
like a considerable
beast designed to
refract sun were
sculpt the molded
prairie flowers. And
crushing against some.
I slept in violets,
were silent that
we heard and as such
that trembled
of the render deep
toward me to wake.
I ceased sleep here,
its cloth of derision
taken and also
from then on.
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